You're watching wrestling, Jim?
Yes, but it isn't a network production; it is live in our living room.
Joan smacked you down?
Funny. Not.
Of course, I am talking about the family felines. Stella is comfortable in her place in the family. She doesn't just growl whenever Murphy gets close. She is more often the instigator in their "play time." And by "play time," I mean: she jumps on him. "And, they're off!"
Murphy has much more stamina. So, the wrestling generally ends when Stella is tired. Or, when Murphy puts her in a headlock.
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"How's your equilibrium?" That's Joan asking me.
"Seems good right now. Why?"
"I was thinking about taking the scoot out for a ride." That's Joan telling me.
"I would love to give that a try, if you'd like some company."
I gave the kitties a slightly early lunch, and we geared up. Before heading out, I checked tires and oil on both scoots. Good to go.
Along the way, I stopped for gas in the Burgman. 84 miles per gallon on that last tank. On to the twisties!
I took the lead, keeping speeds moderate, but entertaining. At the top of the mountain, we stopped to take a drink of water. "Is this clearing your head? You doing OK?"]
"I am good. Tired, but good. How's my riding?"
"You are doing fine."
A lady walking by said, "It's good to see people wearing all the proper riding gear."
I said, "That's how we roll," and then asked if she would mind taking a photo for us...
The ride was good. Just what I needed. I am not 100%, but this was my first day where I truly felt better. We had talked about taking the scoots somewhere for lunch after riding the mountain, but Joan suggested heading for home, then getting the car to go to lunch. Yeah, a good call. And the ride: good for the soul.
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